She knew only that A-Through-L was huge and warm and kind and smelled like roasting cinnamon and chestnuts and seemed to know simply everything. The rest of the alphabet held considerably less charm once she saw the world from her perch on his back.
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The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making by Catherynne M. Valente.
